All Chapters of My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JEROME JEROME: Just because you know one thing about me doesn’t give you the right to overstep. It’s none of your business what I do with my life JEROME: And stop acting like I’m a suicidal piece of meat you have to fix. You’re fucked, I’m fucked, no big deal. Every time I read my reply to her, it sounded ten times worse. What was I thinking? Oh, I know. I was thinking of how I had two people remind me not to kill myself in the space of hours. Two people who knew what they were saying because they’d seen enough of me to know me. I locked my phone for the umpteenth time and slid it into the pocket of my jeans. Fuck that. Life would be better for all of us if everyone remembered to stay where they were supposed to be. I wasn’t a child. I was an adult, a full-fleshed man. I didn’t need babysitting or people hovering around me, waiting for when I’d make the next mistake. When I needed them to hover, when I needed all of their care and talks of ‘be careful,’ where were they? When t

STACY My hair fell across the wooden frame of Lisa’s bed, brushing the red carpet of her room. I was looking at an upside image of her room. Mr. Smurff, a blue stuffed doll of hers was laying on his stomach, red cap sewn at the top of his head. I shut my eyes and listened to the rhythm of my heart. When I opened my eyes, Lisa was sitting down crossed leg in front of me. She almost gave me a scare. “What are you going to do?” She asked. It was messing with me to see her like this. It looked like she was hanging from her ass, the lips on her face being above her eyes. I had to close my eyes again. “Are you talking about him or you are talking about UCLA?” Lisa replied by slapping my shoulder. “Ouch!” I grabbed the spot beside my collarbone and glared at her. “What else will I be talking about?” She asked me. “Him and UCLA. There’s a million things you could be…” I dabbled into silence as her face was not very supportive. Lisa was folding her hands. She shook her head, prop

STACY As soon as we touched down in California, I called Mom but she didn’t pick up, so I proceeded to text her. At that moment, I thought of the fact that I maybe could have taken Jerome’s number for times like this, when I couldn’t reach her. Since he was around, and probably going to be for a long, long while.I mentally kicked myself in the gut and shut that thought down. Fuck having his number. I wasn’t going to play this father-and-daughter game with him because he gave me a few dollar notes—okay, maybe not a few but it didn’t matter. All the money in the world wasn’t going to buy my love for him. It felt good to be away from home and Ohio. It felt like a breath of fresh air, in all the ways possible and I wasn’t about to pollute that peace with thoughts of the man. I loved having my face out in the window, ignoring whatever Jerome and Lisa were saying. I was in California and we were driving down to Los Angeles, where my school was located. I was a student at UCLA. I got

JEROME The campus was a community of its own, spawning acres of land and several buildings lifted to serve as both home, facilities and amenities for the students and staff of the school. Walking through the gate was like walking into another life away from what the city behind offered. The change in energy could also be noticed by even a blind man as students trooped in and out on a regular basis, carried by their feet or cars, everyone on their different quest. Since it was both home and school for young people, the energy was mostly high, today was no exception. It was orientation week and all the new students had arrived over the weekend. Young and clueless, they walked around the campus with their documents, attempting to finalize all their paperwork before the week would begin. I on the other hand had paperwork to do but that wasn’t all that brought me into the campus. A student of mine who was making it into his final year had called me earlier this morning to ask when I wo

JEROME My skin broke with sweat and yet I continued to run. My legs were slowly turning to jelly beneath me, hard cramping jelly that I couldn’t feel and yet I pushed myself even more. There were two options I had this morning, drive my motorcycle as I did on most Saturday mornings or run, which was a very new development. I chose to run. Five minutes ago, I had made it into UCLA grounds and I was sticking around since it was the best place to run without bothering about the people and cars on the road. I was also going to see Stacy and Lisa, that much I knew. Lisa was finally coming back to my place to see what it was like. For their first week in the school, they focused on settling down, buying what they needed and attending orientations all week long. Today they were going to be completely free and Lisa had told me that they would be able to make it to my house in the afternoon. When my legs could no longer take it, when they started to feel like they would tear off my hip,